The storm was over!
Full leaved branches of neem and asoka
wrenched off unceremoniously
lay orphaned ,forlorn, and cold,
over puddles of water.
Restless cars and bikes, on hold,
belched clouds of smoke.
Bill boards of last election peeled off
damp faces of winners and losers (fates sealed?)
Rain-washed blue- canopied metro station,
home -bound, restless bodies, tired faces,
dreams of hot meal and sleep.
Lost in itself, the brazen bougainvillea,
trailing over the iron fence
dull and listless in the molten sun
braved the wild wind, rain and hail
and perked up with hope and desire
dreaming of another day!
The storm was over
Was the leftover day same as before?
Lost in shades of black and blue, and grey
battered and bruised, the hapless day
limped out of the tunnel of darkness.
Unkept promises, unreached destinations
Known fears, tragic conclusions- all
faded into stormy wilderness!